Album Name

RTJ4

Artist

Run The Jewels

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.06.03

Release Agency

워너뮤직

Mastered economics
'cause you took yourself
from squalor Slave
Mastered academics
'cause your grades
say you a scholar Slave
Mastered Instagram
'cause you can
instigate a follow Shit
Look at all these slave masters
posin' on yo' dollar
Get it yeah
Look at all these slave masters
Ayy
posin' on yo' dollar
Get it yeah
Look at all these slave masters
Ayy
posin' on yo' dollar Get it
Look at all these slave masters
Ayy
posin' on yo' dollar
Get it yeah
Look at all these slave masters
Ayy
Business time I'm on mine
I be mindin' mine Make money
Every time on my grind I’m
just tryna shine Stay sunny
Make a dollar government
they want a dozen dimes
No cap
The petty kind might kill ya
'cause they see you shine
Stay strapped
I done had to have a talk
with myself many times For real
Am I a hypocrite
'cause I know
I did plenty crimes Yes I'm is
I get broke too many times
I might slang some dimes
Back to trappin'
You believe corporations
runnin' marijuana
How that happen Ooh
And your country gettin' ran
by a casino owner Ooh
Pedophiles sponsor all these
fuckin' racist bastards They do
And I told you once befo'
that you should
kill your master It's true
Now that's the line
that's probably gon' get my ass
assassinated Yeah-yeah yeah
Master of these politics
you swear that you got options
Slave yeah
Master of opinion
'cause you vote
with the white collar Slave
The Thirteenth Amendment says
that slavery's abolished Shit
Look at all these slave masters
posin' on yo' dollar Get it
Look at all these slave masters
Ayy
posin' on yo' dollar
Get it yeah
Look at all these slave masters
Ayy
posin' on yo' dollar Get it
Look at all these slave masters
Ayy
posin' on yo' dollar
Get it yeah
Look at all these slave masters
Confucius said
Man you better thug out
get the bag and then bug out Uh
Try to run home
you might run your luck out
'Cause just when your bases loaded
They'll roll a grenade
in the dugout You're out
Earth folk not a mellow bunch
We got our thumbs
in the air like hell or bust Uh
Look at who we done blessed
with our trust
I don't think we'll be left
with too much
Hand on my heart and my mind
on my drugs
Got a Vonnegut punch
for your Atlas shrugs
They love to not love
it's just that dumb
Lord sweet Buddha
please make me numb
Brain bounce off walls
like a sentient Roomba
Just found out
his creator's stupid
Lit by the supermoon
I'm too lucid
Plus got shrooms in the blood
I'm zoomin'
Beep beep Richie
this is New York City
The X on the map
where the pain keep hitting
Just us ducks here sitting
Where murderous chokehold cops
still earnin' a livin'
Funny how some say
money don't matter
That's rich now isn't it
get it Comedy
Try to sell a pack
of smokes to get food
Get killed and it's not an anomaly
But hey it's just money
Mastered economics
'cause you took yourself
from squalor
Slave yeah
Mastered academics
'cause your grades say
you a scholar Slave
Mastered Instagram
'cause you can instigate a follow
Shit yeah
Look at all these slave masters
Yeah-yeah
Let it sink in Yeah
2020 run the map
Raw uncut yeah my hourglass
Don't watch it spill
to the bottom half
You see the piece now run it fast
On the tarmac in a starter jack
C4 when I run it back
Like a track star
run a record lap
Nah like when
his needle catch Yeah
Clean look poet pugilist
A shooter's view
a Zapruder flick Yeah
Too rude for ya rudiments
Who convinced you you could move
against the crew in this
Comin' up through the fence
Off shore outta
Port-au-Prince Yeah
Overture left his fingerprints
On our hearts at the gate
and the world our residence
How can we be the peace
When the beast gonna reach
for the worst Yeah
Tear all the flesh off the Earth
Stage set for a deafening
reckoning
Quick like the pace of a verse
So I'm questioning this quest
for things
As a recipe for early death
threatening Yeah
But the breath in me is weaponry
For you it's just money